Memory is fleeting. And so we try to capture the past and the present. A face in a crowd, the light of the moon. Things one cannot hold on to.

Sunday, July 20, 2003

First there was the Word. And then there was the parenthesis. Followed by a sly grammatical
mutation that made the demons sing, the goddesses moan, the angels come. Be not the period. Dangle your modifiers. Split the legs of your infinitives. And strive, always, for the ellipses...

Who is Kane?

I like stories. Whether they're of random strangers or close friends, people's stories hold me spellbound.
Every story leads us to an insight: Who are we? Why do we do the things we do? Why are we here, and not there?
Email me: kanesulfur@gmail.com

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